Sunday, September 28, 2014

These are not perfect shots

Some guys taught me how to use my camera haha still needs some work.



It'd be cool to work for a magazine one day. Be one of those guys that takes hours even days just to get the perfect shot. Whether it's in terrible weather or clear the heck around the world you'd capture it. You'd get payed millions and people would see your work everyday. You'd be the real kind of famous the kind that is misread by Miley Cyrus and JB. People would appreciate and love you. Hopefully people would soon realize how hard it really is to take a perfect shot. It's not just a click. They would understand there is a meaning behind your great pic. PICTURES really express life in general. Inspired by the movie "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty".

Dirty bricks

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mCHUw7ACS8o play this song "dirty paws"
Jumping up and down the floor,

My head is a brick 


And once there was a brick,
It had a son that mowed the lawn.
The son was an ok guy,
The bricks had a pet dragonfly.
The dragonfly it ran away,
But it came back with a story to say.

The bricks dirty paws and furry coat,
The brick ran down the forest slope.


The forest of talking bricks, 

They used to sing about the birds and the bricks.
The bricks had declared a war,
The sky wasn't big enough for them all.
The birds, they got help from below,
From the concrete and the creatures of snow.

And for a while things were cold,

The bricks were scared down in their holes.

The forest that once was green
Was colored black by those killing brids.
But the bricks and her furry brick friends
Took down the queen bird and her men.
And that's how the story goes,
The story of the brick with those four dirty paws.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Man I should be a comedian


They say kids laugh at least 300 times a day, adults only 15 times.
What does that say about this world today?
It say's we lose our laugh as time fly's by
I'm not a mean person I just have a funny perspective of life.
I'm just a joker who can't run out of cards
I laugh at the kid that sits in front of me
I laugh at my teachers and what silly things they teach
I argue just to laugh
I laugh at my imagination cause its weirder then
I laugh to make me fill great
I even laugh at my weird dance moves
I laugh at my own jokes even though they're probably not funny
My goal's to make everyone I talk to laugh at least twice a day
I laugh at the food I eat
hahaha
I laugh at my car
I laugh at the music I play cause I like oldies and 80's and indie
I still laugh at Scooby doo
I laugh at my girl and boy clothes
I laugh at my own face
I laugh at my love life oh wait hahaha
I laugh when I'm on date and that fact that I went on the date
I laugh during chick flicks when people cry
I laugh when I read
I laugh at the people across the street
I laugh at America... sorry
I laugh at boys
I laugh at work, how's that possible?
I laugh in stores
I laugh at Utah's bipolar weather
I laugh when I'm being weird, cause I laugh when others feel weird
Lets face it when am I not laughing.
haha I laugh at the beginning of texts and at the end haha
Laugh all day every day
Random but funny
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When the times right love will fight into your life





 Play forth song on playlist


We'll make a kite but it won't fly cause we probably lost the instructions knowing us..

It's ok though cause you'll still make me fly~

We will live in New York, just for enough time to eat dinner between tall buildings.

I'll give you a kiss every morning even if you have the flu or ride by on your unicycle.


Our love is gonna be a charade of cards not knowing each others next move.

Like when we go zip lining the old fashion way.


Or like when you go to war we wont see that coming from a hundred feet.

Don't worry we'll ride the motorcycle you've always wanted when you get back.


We'll put your granddads records on and wear old top hats.

We will go on Sunday drives like its the last cause I love you.

When we grow old we'll still laugh and that's how we know our love is still a constellation connecting all the dots.





Oh my gosh I wish I'd known you longer.
 

Now you are probably wondering why this is all black and white. Well that's because love is a bomb being held till it's dropped and then boom wonderful colors collide into your life.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

This is for you cancer

Cancer I hate you, yes you, don't look surprised.
You made my positive life into a negative
You came quite and disguised and then boom you hit me all at once.
You started with my brother then my mother, in a years time.
You lasted longer than a year you fought hard
I know you don't care about your targets you just hit them with your radiation gun.
Didn't you know my Brother had his own problems or that my Mother was pregnant. Oh stupid cancer you messed up big this time.
Practically taking three life's, you dirty rat.
You sneak through the body where ever you want and shut it down just with power of a button.
I didn't know a football could grow on my Brothers stomach or that his cure would make him bald, skinny, and pale. 
Just to "shrink" his tumor? 
I heard rumors about you all that ended with devastated family's.
Would that be mine in the end?
Will there be an end?
Cancer why do you have to be so unpredictable.
You invade, inscruiciate, and deprivate. 
I'm not finished, you took my moms thyroid. 
Something you can't replace, like my drowning heart in misery.
She ain't the same mom I had once.
To many drugs... Are all of them real or just comfort pills.
She talks slow and isn't in this world as much as me. 
She doesn't laugh the same or look the same. 
Most of all She doesn't love me the same.
I miss my old mom, the new her is not my favorite...
Why you inconsiderate son of a beast.
This is not a pity poem but a few things I'd like to say to my ugly friend cancer. 
I know your gone now, but how do I know you won't return.. 
Promise me you'll leave me alone,
trust me you had your fun.
P.S. Next time you have to come through me before my family. 
P.P.S. Have fun with your guilt life. 

Robots come out of your box

I feel like we are robots...
We are programmed, 
scheduled with plans, 
have daily routines taught from the time were young,
how to act, how to be, how to see, express, exfeeliate.
Contain ourselves from our inner side,
Just come outside, 
Find your light, 
Don't hide. 
Don't follow the tide.
You can be human too.
Ride your own horse,
Don't follow the pack.
Take a chance.
Be you, be new,
Take the jump the risk.
If you make a mistake you know you not a robot,
You are who you are,
You are human.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

What could I forsee through you?

If I could read minds I would be able to see through your brain. Know what you think,  where your mind goes all day. If your here or there. What your wildest dreams are. Who your worstest enemy is. What weird habits you have. What I have to do to get on your good side. I could even get an A in class. Or help the police solve a case. Or maybe get elected as president cause I would know what the people want. I could tell if someone was going to attack us. I could be an FBI agent. Or even a celebrity that everyone loves. I'd get free things. Get any job I desire. I could find my one true love. Or I could just be me... 

The kid life was REAL

I got my ears pierced when I was seven. My mom said I wouldn't want to look like a pirate the rest of my life. She said she would take me to Finding Nemo after. My other ear was soon pierced. Bawling and crying with excitement, I went to see the fish.


Do you remember Walt Disney? He was a great man who made dreams come true. He took drawings and turned them into animated movies. I want to be five and stay up late with my brother just to finish Jungle Book. I want to have my Seven Dwarfs that sing back. Don't get me wrong "Let It Go" is great, but off to work we go! Tangled is good, but Sleeping Beauty has real art. There is something about Walt's movies he connects with you and brings emotion to this empty world.



In 2002 I scooted closer to the TV until face to face with Mickey Mouse, with a big smile on my face. I don't want no hot digity dog on channel 33. I want the real Mickey back!


 Walt you brought many colors to my world. I know your name as a name not a brand. A name full of wonderful memories. I want my color back!